God created chewing gum under the stars

God created chewing gum’s answer to holy war
If you keep a busy mouth, you are loving
Of all the lip smacking tenderness
Of the softest capability yours
Holy war is not prude
Holy war can make even the strongest heart lumpy
And giving good readings impossible

Holy war nude
And drunk on a train and liable to produce
Children who also will vote independent
Edits to the birth of the magisterial
Not approved by the Estate of Dead Author 1

Holy war sometimes drinks too much
Running naked through the town
And then when we ask where’s it going
The excuse is urgent renewal
A way graceful squirting gum captures our hearts
Depleting my ability keep food down
I guess the town needed it more